The Lover's Songster/Robin Adair

by Caroline Keppel

ROBIN ADAIR.

WHAT'S this dull town to me?
Robin's not near,
What was't I wish'd to see?
What wish'd to hear?
Where's all the joy and mirth
Made this town heaven on earth?
Oh! they are all fled with thee,
Robin Adair.

What made the Assembly shine?—
Robin Adair:
What made the ball so fine?
Robin was there:
What, when the play was o'er,
What made my heart so sore?—
Oh! it was parting with
Robin Adair.

But thou art cold to me,
Robin Adair;
But now thour't cold to me,
Robin Adair:
Yet he I lov'd so well,
Still in my heart shall dwell:
Oh! I can ne'er forget
Robin Adair.